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john_frusciante
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Not really sure what forum to place this in. Basically, my friend passed away several years ago and I am writing a letter to his parents for his anniversary. I need some feedback on what I have written. I want to make sure it is appropriate, says what is needs to etc. Thank you.
"There exist a very select number of events that occur in a one’s life which carry with them such devastatingly permanent consequences. Such moments puncture, alter, and fracture our being in a manner that is neither remotely discernable nor readily apparent. Memory can be the most favorable of friends and the darkest of foes. Logged within its recesses I recall a plethora of moments which beckon my reflection and solicit my repose. I fall back on these feelings of boyish comradery and true companionship that can but only develop from the innocence of mutually shared aspirations. Delightful as each revelry may be, there are secondary, unwanted accompaniments that attach themselves to, and torment these otherwise remarkably pleasant memories. Through this tinged, grey hue I witness the suspended countenance of disbelief, staring hopelessly out at forever different world. But I can shamelessly state that each time the western sky glimmers with that flickering, fading memory of the sun’s daily rays, and that cold, magnanimous moon fills the void where warmth once readily radiated, I reflect with solemn cheerfulness, and a weighted conscience, on the memory of my dear friend *******. Forgive the stoic, mechanical arm behind these tearful words, for the corporeal hand dares not attempt to transcribe such raw emotion lest it succumb and fall victim to the same unsettled ground on which the mind now currently rests. But rest assured, behind each quivering thought, and beneath each heavy sigh, there too exists a profound, indescribable joy that only the spirit of the once living can provide, and though perhaps assumed under another form, I know he is still alive.
Your eternal friend."
"There exist a very select number of events that occur in a one’s life which carry with them such devastatingly permanent consequences. Such moments puncture, alter, and fracture our being in a manner that is neither remotely discernable nor readily apparent. Memory can be the most favorable of friends and the darkest of foes. Logged within its recesses I recall a plethora of moments which beckon my reflection and solicit my repose. I fall back on these feelings of boyish comradery and true companionship that can but only develop from the innocence of mutually shared aspirations. Delightful as each revelry may be, there are secondary, unwanted accompaniments that attach themselves to, and torment these otherwise remarkably pleasant memories. Through this tinged, grey hue I witness the suspended countenance of disbelief, staring hopelessly out at forever different world. But I can shamelessly state that each time the western sky glimmers with that flickering, fading memory of the sun’s daily rays, and that cold, magnanimous moon fills the void where warmth once readily radiated, I reflect with solemn cheerfulness, and a weighted conscience, on the memory of my dear friend *******. Forgive the stoic, mechanical arm behind these tearful words, for the corporeal hand dares not attempt to transcribe such raw emotion lest it succumb and fall victim to the same unsettled ground on which the mind now currently rests. But rest assured, behind each quivering thought, and beneath each heavy sigh, there too exists a profound, indescribable joy that only the spirit of the once living can provide, and though perhaps assumed under another form, I know he is still alive.
Your eternal friend."